The second season lacks the biting wit and carnivorous deception of the first. That’s not entirely correct, but those elements are certainly downplayed. I’m sure it’s all leading to a fantastic outcome, but the pacing doesn’t seem as balanced.

I really think he’s adorable.

Found an interesting article on James Deen.

Mediocre. I’ll finish it, but it feels like a chore.

Roger Avary is apparently shooting Glamorama this year. I’ll believe it when I see it; that is unless he declares it too ‘ethically questionable.’

Ugh. Please let this be a reality. Bret Easton Ellis’ microbudget psycho-sexual bisexual film noir. If that synopsis doesn’t give you a boner than you are more socially adjusted than I am.

I’ve read ¾ of the way through jPod by Douglas Coupland. The moment his characters started referencing his own novels, I shuttered. Then, as if reacting to my convulsions, he wrote himself into his own fucking novel.My vomit was so immediate and intense that I am now sitting here, dry-heaving, for there is nothing left to spew.

After much consideration, I finally gave Game of Thrones a chance. (Hey- don’t judge me. I’m not one to enjoy the fantasy genre and I completely mistook this show for something else entirely!) I finished the first season in three days.

The promotional posters for The House of the Devil are stunning. PS. The film is available to watch instantly on Netflix.

I purchased another computer after several months of using only an iPad - and before that, only an iPhone. 

That is where corn chips come from. Hmm… Maybe ol’ Professor Hardwood is onto something. He probably really loves corn. And all corn-related products. I mean, isn’t that what you’re supposed to put in a frame? Things you love? I’m gonna do that. When I’m get home, I’m gonna frame a bunch of stuff I love. Like lasagna. I love lasagna. It’s so good. And cheesy. You know who else loves lasagna? Garfield. Man, that cat really loves lasagna. Maybe I should put a picture of Garfield in a frame. You know, as a kind of shorthand way of saying ‘I love lasagna.’ That would be so fucking inside. Or how ‘bout a photo of President Garfield? Oh shit, that would be totally meta! People would be all like: Jane, why do you have a photo of President Garfield on your mantle? And I’d be like: Because I like lasagna, of course.

deathanddumb:

I can honestly say my relationship with my dad is over. I’m just upset that I’ve wasted so long hoping he will grow a pair of balls and man up. He called me Friday, first time in months. I spoke to him for 5 mins then he was busy and hung up. Before that it was 3 years. Thats 3 years where he “Didn’t have any credit” The man is fucking minted, he owns a house in Cyprus which he paid for in cash. Urgh anyway… Just like being 11 years old all over again, I ran to my phone. Saw it was a number that began in 0003 and knew it was him. In that 0.1 of a second before I answered it, a massive story unfolded in my head. This was the call where he would apologise for everything. He would explain himself, answer every question I had. Ask me what I would like and buy me a birthday or christmas present for once. Drop everything and make me his main priority. Try and string together some form of relationship before its too late, or one of us dies. Maybe. That gut wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach, like a nervous excitement. Well that all went the moment I answered my phone. I heard him answer on the other end. All I said was “Hey Dad!” There was an awkward stutter and he then replied. “Oh wrong number” And put the phone down. What a guy.